Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Reflection

Tidal pools in estuaries flanked by headland and inlets, move in a constant refrain of water and land, of land and water. A big sky, a cloudy sky, reflects on water.


There is a timelessness to these reflections of light and a knowledge that this will continue, orchestrated without a will of its own.

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